Another Bad Boy Down

It took me approximately 15 mins to finish my shower. Yeah, I love taking my time especially since I know that someone uninvited is waiting for me outside. I can't stay in the bathroom forever so after satisfying myself with a hot shower, I dried myself with the bath towel and put on clean clothes. After checking myself in the mirror, I slowly opened the door and walked out.

Qian is now on top of my messy bed lying on his back with both of his arms on top of his head. He didn't stir as I swiftly moved toward the heavy curtain blocking the sunlight coming from the window. As I pulled the thick light blue curtain apart, Mr. Sun's rays came rushing into the room making the once dim room bright. I heard Qian groan as the bright light shone onto the bed. My lips curved into a faint smile as I saw my brother pull my blanket to cover his head in an attempt to block the bright light from disturbing him.

Honestly speaking, I really don't hate my brother. He is the only blood sibling I have in this world so there is really no use in hating him since our fate have been bonded since birth anyway. Blood is thicker than water so no matter what we do or say to each other, the fact that we came from the same flesh and blood will never change.

I am now in front of the vanity mirror getting ready to blow dry my hair when I saw my brother got up from the bed through the reflection in the mirror. He stretched his body making his shirt lifted up and 'accidentally' exposing his finely toned abs. Tsk, show off. I didn't bother running away as he strode across the room toward me.

"Let me," he said as he smilingly stretched out his hand to grab the hair dryer out of my grasp.

To avoid another argument with him, I obediently placed the hair dryer on his open palm. He didn't say anything as he started to dry my hair. He expertly blowdried my hair like what they do in salons. I can tell that he is very much accustomed in drying someone's hair by the way he handled mine. He usually does this when I was still a child but as we grew up, the time we spent together became shorter and shorter so him becoming an expert in this area is surely not because of me and I really don't wanna know who should claim the credit in making my brother this skilled. Qian must have read my thought because he suddenly stopped his movement as he smilingly looked at me through the mirror's reflection.

"Dear, don't label your brother as a player just because I know how to use a hair dryer," he said in a very serious tone of voice.

"I didn't say anything." I innocently said to him.

He chuckled as he saw my fake facade. He helplessly shook his head before resuming his task.

"Why are you this early today? I didn't expect you to be home at this hour." I asked him.

Qian answered, "It's not early anymore. It's almost lunch time and you still haven't eaten your breakfast yet. I asked my manager for two days of rest so I wanna make use of my time wisely."

I rolled my eyes at his reflection before saying "By using your time wisely, you actually mean making fun of me and irritating me for two days right?"

Qian turned his head towards the mirror with a sheepish grin on that handsome face of his, giving me goosebumps on my nape. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned off the hairdryer and placed it on top of the vanity table. I suspiciously followed his actions through our reflection in the mirror. After plugging out the hair dryer from the electric socket he slowly reached his right hand behind him and pulled out something from behind.

My eyes grew big and my face became red as I saw what he was holding in his hand. Fadjie bar! It's actually a brassiere! My brassiere!! Where did he even get that!? My eyes then automatically darted towards my bed. Fadjie bar!!! "Qian Tan!!! YOU PERVERT!!!" I angrily shouted at him as I snatched the garment out of his hand. He didn't bother gripping on it tightly as I easily grabbed it and shoved it inside the drawer near me.

Qian only laughed heartily as he watches me embarrass and enraged at the same time. "Come on dear, don't be like this. You used to barge into my room unannounced all the time. You even like hugging me even if I just came out of the shower before."

I shut him a very sharp look as I angrily threw my comb at him. It only hit his chest and really didn't do any damage. "What are you even talking about!? I was still a child then! I am a grown up now! How can you even use a cheap trick like this to your own sister?!"

He sheepishly smiled at me as he eyed my chest "Dear, you don't look like a grown up yet. You are still a child so no need to get too worked up over nothing."

I followed his gaze at my chest. I hastily lifted both of my arms to cover my chest. The incident earlier flashed back into my head. I recall taking off my brassiere last night before going to bed. So when we fell earlier it means that I was not wearing-- Fadjie Bar!!! Just great! My brother actually saw me in such an attire but he still won't agree about me being an adult?! I don't know if I should kill him for barging into my room uninvited or if I should kill him because he won't agree about me being an adult just because my breast is not big? No matter what, I should just kill. There's no such thing as blood is thicker than water anymore. I can just ask my parents to give me an obedient and kind younger brother instead.

If this is a webtoon then I am sure that a smoke is now hovering over my head while my eyes turn into red-hot flames ready to burn this pervert of a brother. I was about to shout unsophisticated words at him when we suddenly heard a clapping sound by the bedroom door. We both looked at its direction and saw a tall slim figure elegantly leaning against the door frame.

"Qian honey~ stop teasing your sister. You are not a child anymore. Why not tease mommy instead?" a cheerful clear calm voice echoed inside the room.